![]() ![]() The days after giving birth are as if you’re living on another plane. Then, of course, I realized I was one of those women, too, in the hallway at night. There was something so lonely and eerie about that image it was where I got the idea for the story. ![]() Then, one night, I can’t remember why, I was up around three or four, and went out into the hall, and there they were-all these new mothers, walking around, checking their phones, each in her own closed world in the fluorescent lights. I could hear their children and sometimes see their partners in the hallway. When I had my second child, I stayed in the hospital for a few days, for observation, but I never met any other mothers. Can you describe the kind of ambiguous, uncertain atmosphere of the story? It’s her third child, yet something’s different this time. In “ Maintenance, Hvidovre,” your story in this week’s issue, a woman is in the maternity ward of a hospital in Denmark, having just given birth. ![]()
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